Bee

Up into the cherry tree

Who else should climb in there but little me

I held the trunk with both my hands

And looked abroad on spacious foreign lands

I saw the next door garden lie

Adorned with plants before my eyes

I gazrd for the first time

And many pleasant places more

I'd never seen before

I saw the dimpling river pass

The sky's blu looking glass

Thr dusty roads go up and down

With people trampling into town

The wind was wild it could'nt seem

to get it's fill of fun

It puffed: « I'm in a perfect gale »

Then roared about the pun

Panting hard, it hurried home

and weary went to bed

« What lovely games we had today

the world and I » it said

If I could find a higher tree

Farther and farther I should see

To where the grown-up river slips

Into the vast deep ocean among the ships

I often wonder if I know I have gone to sleep

When I climb trees so high

And one look down

And get the creepy feeling if I were pushed

I'd be free as a bee

The sights that I could see